“No! Is he ok?” Becki asked, her eyes opening as wide as silver dollars. Ted reminded Becki of a short-order cook from an old TV sitcom. He was as sweet as he could be, but his bulb didn’t burn the brightest.
“He’s fine,” Tabby reassured her. “But, I think you need to cover blow-torch safety with him one more time before he burns this place down around us!”
Becki laughed, “I’ll take care of it.”
She grabbed an ink pen and jabbed it through the messy bun on the back of her head. She always had pens sticking out of her hair. She had sent several pens through the washer and dryer and ruined countless articles of clothing before she decided to stop sticking ink pens in her pockets.
Tabby reached around Becki to grab her tray of drinks the bartender had just finished making. As she nodded to a big round table currently filling with women, Tabby teased, “I’ll let you take the party. They just came in. Have fun!” Then she headed for the rowdy table of frat boys in the back corner of the bar.
“Ohhh, thanks sooo much,” Becki threw over her shoulder as she went to get started with drink orders. Groups of women were notoriously hard to keep happy, and the crowd was already a little more boisterous than usual. That always happened around a full moon; it seemed to bring out the nut-jobs.
As she placed the first round of drinks on their table, one of the women handed Becki a stack of twenty dollar bills and a list of addresses. She explained that their husbands were on kid duty, and the girls were kicking up their heels. She asked Becki to keep the drinks flowing and to call cabs for each of them at the end of the night. Girl’s night out was about to begin. Oh, my.
The girls dined, danced, and drank their way into a stupor. Surprisingly, they had remained polite and had turned out to be the most fun group Becki had served in a long time. They were now being poured into their respective cabs to be driven home. Once there, Becki hoped they were prepared for the hangovers that would surely linger for the next day or two.
As Becki gathered the empty glasses and wiped down the recently vacated table, Trevor entered the Pub and immediately began making his way toward “his” table. He preferred to sit where he had a clear view of the front door and easy access to the back door on the off-chance he needed to make a hasty exit.
He spotted Becki clearing a large table and quickly changed his route to bring him close enough to playfully grab her back-side as he passed.
Becki spun around with fire in her eyes preparing to way-lay whoever dared to touch her in such a familiar way.
Trevor merely winked at her and continued walking.
“I’ll take care of you later, you Lecher,” Becki threated, flipping her towel at him.
He quickly side-stepped successfully avoiding the stinging pop of her wet towel.
“Promises, promises…” he taunted looking back at her over his shoulder.
Becki was glad to see Trevor; he was exactly what she needed tonight. A little crazy in the company of a sexy bad-boy should fix her right up. She might have a hangover herself in the morning. She knew Trevor would see that she got home safely. She might even let him do that belly-shot he had mentioned earlier.
Becki finished cleaning up, clocked out, and headed over to join Trevor.
“Hey bad boy, are you up for showing a girl a good time tonight?” she teased running a playful finger down his cheek.
“You’re talking to the right man, doll,” Trevor said as he stood to slide his arm around her for a quick hug. “I’m all about a good time,” he promised as he guided her into the chair next to the one he had been occupying.
“I’ve had a rough day,” Becki said dropping into the chair like a sack of potatoes. Dropping her head into her hands, she expounded, “Really, really rough.”
Trevor’s hands immediately descended on her shoulders and began massaging away the tension.
“Mmmm,” she purred, “your fingers are magic.”
Trevor smiled. If you only knew...
“That feels soooo good. If you keep that up for the next twenty minutes, I’ll be your slave for a day,” Becki bargained, feeling her muscles practically melt at his touch.
“Oh, sugar,” Trevor leaned down to whisper in her ear, “you don’t know what I expect